Recurring dream

This is not my picture.  In fact, I "borrowed" it from here.

This is, however, the setting of a dream that returns over and over.

This is not just an ordinary school on that island of Never Forward.

This is where the great minds of my generation wrote the finest adolescent poems, if any adolescent poem can be called fine, and if you pardon my bias.

This is the place in which a very young Alexis Romay sought refuge from "the uniform." 

In this place I cried, I laughed, I loved, I fell in lust, and met my best and oldest friend.

I cannot stop this dream from coming back. Yet, this place is so far behind, so removed from what I am now, from where I am now.

Is it?

Paisaje

Solitude and scorched earth with a promise ahead.